Thursday, March 29, 2012

The Off-Site Tamasha ... A Comical Tale Of Team Building is Abhay Nagarajan's second offering, after the quite well received Corporate Atyaachaar ... the comical journey of an office doormat. In fact, it's the sequel of the latter.

Corporate Atyaachaar (CA) provided some interesting insights into the corporate world, rather the world of personal finance. It was set during the stock market phase of 2007-08: The Boom (Part-I/Mar'07-Mid Jan'08) and The Bust (Part-II/Jan'08 and beyond). Umm, now if boom comes can bust be far behind?!

The protagonist assisted his boss - the inimitable HBS - in managing the investment requirements for a set of high net worth clients (HNI) - who are all characters in their own right - in Bangalore. Please note: it's HNI and not H1N1 *wink*

Now, 'HBS' - the Bangalore Boss of Wealth Capital Advisors Pvt. Ltd. (WCA) - a small non-banking boutique setup - is so named because of his habit of scratching his umm, family jewels - incessantly, irrespective of time, place and company.

While the protagonist is a rather willing office doormat with a strong 'metabolism' - a necessity in order to digest all the 'perks' - overt and covert, that comes his way - in order to save his paycheque.

CA - written in the first person - was the journey, rather the trials and tribulations of the protagonist at work - in the world of finance, while its sequel is all about his frustrations about not having received any 'action'.

He has spent some three years with WCA already, his paycheque and bank balance have traveled northward, solicitous calls coaxing him to get debit cards have upgraded to credit cards, his parents have re-discovered the spark in their relationship and are busy holidaying in exotic places all over the world and HBS is as insufferable as ever. Yet his already miserable life is made even more miserable 'coz all his efforts of getting some 'action' has gathered moss, rather fallen flat.

And to make matters worse even his mother was doing everything in her power to make him lose his coveted bachelor's degree, while all he wants, has been trying hard for, but still not managed to - is to get laid. Epic fail - as they say.

This book opens with the entire workforce of WCA heading for a relaxing three-day company off-site to Kyari - a resort some ten hours drive from Delhi.

Apart from HBS, his docile colleague and the Big Boss (the one who owns WCA), we are introduced to quite a few new characters. There is the pair of aunties from the Delhi branch, and the rich-but-desperate-to-get-laid brat, Virgin - as per the doormat protagonist.

Then there is the thin-voiced trainer with a weird penchant for clutching the Virgin guy’s hips, but he is otherwise quite diplomatic and knows how to please all, while also ensuring that the word relaxing gets a whole new meaning!

A pair of mysterious women too makes their appearance at the resort - and all the financial advisors try hard to impress them, except for the pair of aunties of course.

A quintessential Ramu-kaka type servant, a dog, some dog biscuits, a toy gun, handcuffs, a football, weird dreams, some village kids, a goat, a (hot) woman co-passenger, a pretty co-traveler, air hostesses, etc make up the rest of the cast.

There are lots of Gandhi-class jokes, and situations that are meant to be funny are loaded with flavours of the 'southern' variety.

The 'action'-oriented HBS' shenanigans, the desperate-for-some-'action' Virgin's antics, the 'action'-starved doormat and the trainer, unusual paintings - for the fig-leaf collection, the Best Financial Advisor Award, a Quiz, a role play, a jungle safari and 'tiger' spotting, etc make up the numerous sub-plots.

The book feels good to hold, and its jacket cover is quite attractive.

There are a few instances of humourous metaphors (e.g., the one on how a lungi clad guy jumps on a coconut tree in Kerala - was good). One also comes across some discreet and not so discreet potshots aimed at Chetan Bhagat among others. Frankly the CB chap keeps getting free public-city no matter what; he does not quite have to work hard for it ... unlike the namesake of our Bollywood shirtless thunder!

Suggestions:The typos could and should have been easily pruned out. Plus the deadwood, repetitions and stuffs that drag - too could and should have been done away with, and that would have made this one a lot thinner - than its 271 pages. It would have made it breezier too.

My Rating:Umm, I'll give it a generous 3/5. Given the nature and content of the book, you will have to read it and then decide whether it suits your taste or satisfies the fiction-loving epicurean in you.

However, I think it's high time that some drastic changes or events happen in the life of the office doormat - in order to spice up the plot - to breathe some new life and excitement into it. Either a change of job or some other shake up - that makes things move northward again (no pun intended).

Friday, March 16, 2012

To begin with, I am happy to be among the chosen ten to review the latest book by Ashok K. Banker. So, thank you BlogAdda!

The Forest of Stories is Book One in Ashok K. Banker's long awaited 'MBA' Series; his retelling of the greatest epic of all times - the Mahabharata. Ashok K. Banker himself is quite well known to readers - for his internationally acclaimed Ramayana Series and the Krishna Coriolis series. However, since I have not read any of the author's previous books, I went about reading this one with a clean slate - and I must say that I enjoyed it thoroughly.

This is the Mahabharata of Krsnadvaipayana Vyasa popularly known as Veda Vyasa, retold by one man - Ashok K. Banker. He has referred to every single available English-language translation and retelling, rechecked the original Sanskrit, then wrote his own rendition. He says he has not taken great creative liberties, imaginative leaps nor ventured into outright fantastical diversions and has stuck very closely to the Vyasa Sanskrit epic. And that he has kept the structure and order of the parvas and chapters exactly as in the original epic and has tried to cover all the details in the original as well. The only difference is him, 'coz this is his way of telling the story.

There are nine pakshas in all: Paksha One: Sauti's Tale Paksha Two: The Book Of Creation Paksha Three: The Tale Of Parashurama Paksha Four: The Sarpa Satra Paksha Five: Tales Of The Bhrigu Paksha Six: The Book Of Snakes Paksha Seven: The Birth Of Vyasa Paksha Eight: Anshavatarna Paksha Nine: Shakuntala And Dushyanta.

All of them rendered by a dusty traveler who arrives at the ashram of Kulapati Shaunaka (deep into the haunted jungle of Naimisha-van) with sad tidings, that Maharishi Krsnadvaipayana Veda Vyasa has passed on. That dusty traveler is the renowned kusalavya, Ugrasrava, son of Lomarsana, known as Sauti to one and all.

Frankly, I am quite impressed with the breezy nature of the book. The language is just apt - not too meandering or exalted, while retaining a dash of the lyrical. It's not quite a cursory read, since one needs to be attentive, but given the nature of the book that's not difficult and is worth every bit of it. One needs to pay attention, exercise one's gray cells and play out what the author has tried to convey - in one's mind, so as to fully grasp the contents of this book. Yet one is neither overwhelmed nor is enveloped by its enormity, in fact one is left asking for more.

The original poem that Vyasa composed contained some 8,800 shlokas and was known simply as Jaya - since it covered the history of the war between the two factions of the Kuru family. However, over repeated retellings, he himself expanded it to a larger work numbering 24,000 shlokas, which he then renamed Bharata, for it was no less than the history of the Bharata race itself, and while the great war was the central matter, it was preceded and afterceded by several other narrations as well. But after the great retelling consuming twelve years of the sarpa sacrificial ritual of Raja Janamajaya, it has burgeoned to the mammoth size of a hundred thousand shlokas. In this epic form, the poem is now known by one and all as the Maha-bharat - or the Great History of the Bharatas. And it is by this name that Vyasa has consented to have it known, although he himself preferred the original title of Jaya.

While Vyasa composed his Mahabharata in three years, Ashok has taken much more than that to write his, primarily because of the lack of a comprehensive unabridged English-language translation of this great epic. Frankly the author's attempt to retell the hundred thousand shlokas - in the English language - is itself quite a feat, and an enormous one at that, since most of us are not familiar with the Mahabharata in its entirety. We know it in bits and pieces, thanks to Uncle Pai and B.R. Chopra. But after having turned the last page of Book 1 of this series, I have this great urge to read the celebrated Kaliprasanna Singha's magnum opus. It is the translation of the original Mahabharata (in Sanskrit) of Veda Vyasa into Bangla by Kaliprasanna Singha and is still considered as one of the most authentic translations of this greatest of all epics. Calcutta Sanskrit Vidyamandir's teacher, Taranath Tarkavacaspati, aided him in resolving contradictions in the texts and figuring out the meaning of knotty Vyasa-kuta slokas, while Ishwarchandra Vidyasagar himself went through his translation, apart from supervising the printing and the work of translation in his absence.

In this book (The Forest of Stories) we read about: names, words, events and aspects that we may have been somewhat familiar with, yet probably do not understand very well or perhaps are unaware of their full significance. A few of them are: the meaning of the name Krishna Dweipayana Vyasa and how the world was formed, rather how creation came into being - from darkness - when light itself did not exist. Tales of Jamadagneya, better known by another more fearsome name - Parashurama - Rama of the Axe (parasu), his slaying of the thousand-armed King Arjuna Kartavirya of Mahishmati - belonging to the Haihaya line of Kshatriyas, then returning home with his father's calf, dhenu - only to find his father's severed limbs and chopped body parts. Then recalling the sufferings of his Bhrigu ancestors over generations - at the hands of Kshatriyas such as the Haihayas and other enemies of the Brahmin varna, this son of sage Jamadagni then resolves to cleanse them from the world - wiping out every last person of the Kshatriya varna by traveling the earth twenty-one times. There are tales of gurus and shishyas and gurudakshinas, tales of Sarama - the celetial sarameya, tales of Uttanka and Raja Janamajaya (son of Parikshat) and their vow to destroy Takshaka - the king of serpents. Tales of Chyavana and Ruru and the latter's sacrifice for his beloved Pramadvara, tales of Astika - known by the name Jaratkaru and the great naaga Vasuki. Of Prajapati Daksha and his two beautiful daughters - Kadru and Vinata and of the latter's second son Garuda - king of birds. Tales of Ucchaihshrava, supreme among all horses, of Vasuki's brother Anantha, and those of samudramanthan; of valakhilyas and Shesha, the great Naaga. There are tales of Satyavati, and the (great sage) Parashara and the birth of Krishna Dweipayana Vyasa - the forebear of the Kauravas and the Pandavas. We also learn about what happened to the Kshatriya women and how the race survived and flourished after Parashurama's purge; we read about the campaign of the devas versus the asuras, about the sons of Brahma, about Shakuntala and king Dushyanta and their son Bharata ... and much, much more.

My two pence: The Mahabharata is a veritable treasure-trove. Apart from its poetic qualities, it is a comprehensive representation of ancient India. It includes history, anecdotes, the puranas, economics, warfare, philosophy, revenge, diplomacy, manipulation, the art and science of relationship and sex, morality and the idea of salvation, heroism, wisdom, narrative, characterization and so on and so forth. Because of its significance, while it is also known as the Fifth Veda, it is at once equivalent to all the Vedas. To my mind, it is also the comprehensive itihasa of the Dwapar Yug. As to why modern scholars and experts are so keen to classify the Ramayan and the Mahabharat as 'mythology' and 'epic', while trying their bestest to restrict them within the current landmass of India, with a reluctant reference to Sri Lanka and Gandhar (in modern Afghanistan) - my guess is as good as yours.

This towering itihasa dwarfs all of world literature, with its grandeur, its majesty, its wisdom, its knowledge, its horror, its heartbreaks and its wonder. It is in fact human history in its entirety. What is not within it is to be found nowhere else. And all that is elsewhere is here. It is timeless. Great authors/poets/actors/playwrights down the ages have mined it for material on which to base their own creative works: from Mahakavi Kalidas (Abhighnyan Shakuntalam) to Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore (Gandharir Abedon, Karna-Kunti Sambad) to Samaresh Basu alias Kalkut (Shamba) to Goethe to Andy and Larry Wachowski (The Matrix).

If this immense treasure-trove of knowledge, wisdom, sacrifice and narration was meant to be a cautionary tale - to be passed on, across ages, eras and generations, it has yet to meet with success - since the human race is quite stubborn and refuses to learn and imbibe. We hear but don't listen, we see but lack insight and foresight. Echoes of events and characters (from the Mahabharata) can and have been seen and found - down the ages: great wars fought, the consequences of unleashing fearsome weaponry seen, untold miseries wrecked upon people and nations, families torn apart, palace intrigues and power games, maneuvers on the world chessboard, great strategists and evil geniuses, people and forces working tirelessly to ignite a war while some going to great lengths in order to avoid such misadventures; failings of great personalities, their consequences, and the rise of unlikely heroes, various chakavyuhs formed and broken, a great life cut down suddenly in its prime, risk-takers, people who are largely unknown, people who have the courage to stick their necks out for the common good - not unlike Abhimanyu ... and so on and so forth.

But have we been able to unlock the mysteries of this treasure-trove or decipher the coded texts? I would say no; even after the passage of many millenniums, we have failed and failed miserably in that direction. We are very good and getting better at intrigues with every passing day, but we lack even an iota of the wisdom of our ancients.

They (meaning: our ancients) knew how history and knowledge could be manipulated, altered or misused - in the hands of vested interests; and therefore did what they thought was best. Locked everything in coded texts - camouflaged as fantastic stories that most of us have heard sitting on our grandparents' lap; the key to which lies with each one of us - in our collective thoughts, by applying our collective minds. We do come across the usage of similar strategy in more recent times: clues left in paintings or even camouflaged within nursery rhymes and children's stories, that we hear and learn young, and are unlikely to forget. If we were to look at what has happened to our modern history, or even the history of the last millennium - wantonly destroyed and callously re-written by marauding hordes, aidly ably by vested interests - we can only marvel at the rich imaginative powers and the immense wisdom of our ancients. But unlock we will not, since we are too busy basking in our 'kupamandup' like existence and prefer to be spoon-fed instead. And if at all we choose to unlock or (mis)interpret them, we carefully select a few - the ones that help us to perpetuate, attest and reinforce the warped version of 'our ancient culture and tradition'.

The people of ancient times not only possessed the most vaulting imaginations but also very, very advanced technology - that to us seems like magic. They had much more sophisticated technology at their disposal than most of us moderns (enslaved by our arrogance and a linear view of history) - are willing to give them credit for. E.g., The Ashoka Pillar at Sarnath, the Iron pillar of Chandragupta II Vikramaditya in Mehrauli, the cave temples of Ajanta and Ellora, the Egyptian mummies, the drainage system, wells and water-storage system of the Indus-valley cities, Stonehenge - to name a few.

We are also stubborn in our refusal to learn and self-correct. How else do we let gruesome murders of women - mothers, sisters, daughters and wives - at the hands of their own husbands, fathers, brothers and relatives continue unabated, cleverly camouflaged as 'honour killings'? Parashurama committed a heinous crime (matricide) eons ago, but somehow has been given a fig leaf of greatness: that of his awareness that his father (the 'great' Rishi Jamadagni) could resurrect the dead, and for being clear-headed about the boon he would seek from him - after completing the cold-blooded and gruesome murder of his own mother, that is.

Her 'crime': accustomed to and leading a life of drudgery and austerity, she once chanced upon the amorous courting rituals and mating dance between the handsome King Chitraratha - the lord of the gandharvas, and his fair maidens. Innocent as she was of such activities and being totally unaware of this aspect of love - even after the birth of five sons, she is overcome by passion and feels the stirrings of emotions hitherto unknown to her; even fantasizing about participating in those acts. But the sound of her pot of water striking the ground as it fell from her hand cut into her reverie and she rushed back to her husband's ashram embarrassed, disheveled, breathless and unable to recount to him what she has seen, blurting out a feeble explanation for her state and appearance instead. She (Renuka), a Kshatriya princess of the Suryavanshi (solar) clan, one who had married Jamadagni - a Brahmin sage, out of her own free will and bore him five sons - is punished by that very husband for her 'transgressions'.

To my mind, a marriage or even a union between a man and a woman is not just for procreation or duty. It requires emotional, spiritual and physical connect and fulfillment. If the husband is unable to, does not or fails to provide that, why should the wife be 'punished'?

And how can a man who commits matricide be revered as one among the Dasavatar – one of the ten avatars (incarnations) of Shri Vishnu no less? Something does not feel right. Is this event a later day supplantation or addition to the texts, more precisely to Parashurama's character, so as to provide legitimacy to the work of sick minds and other vested interests? And why and how does sage Parashara - who fathers a child out of wedlock, with Satyavati (a fisherwoman) - considered as a great sage then? Never mind that the child went on to become Maharishi Krishna Dweipayana Vyasa; what is sauce for the goose should be sauce for the gander too and vice versa, no?

Questions. Questions.

There must be hundreds of versions, interpretations and retellings of the Mahabharata already in circulation, but where are the ones penned by our great scholars who also happened to be women, like, Khana, Gargi Vachaknavi, Maitreyi, Lopamudra, Tilottama? Have they been lost, destroyed, or hidden - deliberately? Or have our scriptures, itihasa, etc been adulterated in order to cater to vested interests, who in turn then used them to gradually deteriorate the position of women apart from stratifying society along gender lines?

I somehow do not believe that the best of our ancestors were really good, leave alone great human beings, no matter what awesome technical/military/scholarly/polemical skills they might have possessed. Simply because beingpure as the driven snow is an impossibility, while being the very incarnation of evil too is ruled out. Everyone has various shades to their character - based on the circumstances of their birth and action; even avatars are not above this. But matricide cannot and should not be condoned, no matter what.

My rating:The Forest of Stories makes for a very interesting read indeed, it also feels good to hold and the cover art is very attractive. I must say that the author is very crisp, precise and informative in his narration, adding a dash of his own colour and flavour too. But if you want to know more, go ahead, get hold of this book and read all you can.

Do I agree with any of the interpretations of the events and characters from the Mahabharata that we come across today? Well, I would like to reserve my opinion on that one.

Is this book informative? Yes, it is. Interesting? Yes. It also holds your attention, makes you think and you may end up providing your own perspective to the events, stories, symbols, rituals, characters and aspects that have been our staple diet for generations but of which there perhaps cannot be a single answer or interpretation.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

While the mantra of "corruption" was being chanted in the ahimsa-loving land via an old knight in shining white dhoti-kurta-topi and his team - likening himself to that 'saintly' man who also wore a white dhoti; the mantra of "kruption" was and is still being chanted in the land of the pure (LoTP) - by an old-young man - a shining ex-sporting knight with supposedly magical powers and Midas-smith touch.

While the "corrupt" fellows in this ahimsa-loving land has reasonably successfully pricked that shining white dhoti-kurta-topi wearing hot-air balloon; let us wait and watch what the "krupt" folks in the LoTP can do. Since the 'tsunami' there is also wearing shining-boots-beret-caps-black coats-flash-bulbs-plus-lots-of-talk-time, apart from being aided by ample amounts of Hollywood-ian 'special effects', not to forget humongous quantities of botox shots, hair weaves, wrinkle removers and even the surgeon's scalpel and knife.

Umm, somebody somewhere was clearly not happy with the "corrupt" people here, lead by a certain blue-turbaned yogi, since they did not purchase substantial amounts of war toys from those ETs, and also did not (or were unable to?) push through a new policy to throw open retail trade (and pensions) to very eager phoren Santa Clauses.

[Note: We cannot say with certainty whether those phoren Santa Clauses will come with their numerous jingle bells at a later date though.]

The same folks (?) and their allies are not happy with Hatim Tai for wanting to go ahead with a certain pipeline with a country whose architecture those ETs would like to change, apart from wanting to be friendly with a certain ahimsa-loving neighbour. No pipelines, only pipe dreams. Remember, Mushy never built even a toy pipeline in his decade long tenure, while his 'spiritual godfather' too refrained from building any in his almost a dozen-year long brutal and regressive regime (blessed by sundry geometric diagrams and flying camels).

In fact very 'pious' and 'scientific' experiments regarding the generation of electricity from djinns (spirits, as in ghosts) - was faithfully conducted during the tenure of the most 'pure and pious' general that the LoTP has ever produced, or perhaps the world and beyond has ever seen!

I am not an expert on the teachings and message of the holy Prophet, but a majority of the (virulent) strains of that particular 'ism' (now proliferating everywhere) were developed in labs, petri dishes and test tubes - courtesy various 'experiments' conducted in the land of the five sided polygon (and ably supported by the land of flying camels as well as electricity from djinns).

The other 'spiritual sons' - the ones that have a taste for Nihari and Paya - too did not build one; in fact they built lots of motorways instead - for honeybees and later for mosquitoes. And they are also renowned for their appetite ... err taste for laptops.

The only one who did (i.e., took measures to mitigate the energy crunch) was the PM with the 'wrong' gender. And it was due to her efforts that the LoTP did not face a severe energy crunch or too much load shedding until about 2004 - when Mushy was ruling and happily claiming all the credit for. Actually, Mushy even talked about exporting electricity to India. Whether he did it or not I have not a clue, though some reports do suggest that he did; which means we enjoyed 'halal' electricity!

Now, though the PM with the 'wrong' gender received accolades from the UN and perhaps a medal too, she was sadly rewarded with lots of Swiss chocolates instead, by the 'bade mian nihari' - who is now her self-proclaimed brother. How times change!

Unfortunately, the topjust-tease there wants those (now stale and mouldy) Swiss chocolates back, re-packaged and given to Hatim Tai as a belated X-Mas gift. It is actually meant to be a punishment for Hatim Tai - for having trimmed his thick, jet-black, waxed, handlebar moustache. Hatim Tai is resisting with both his arms instead: Ghee-lani is listening while Mushkil Asan is arguing.

The latest 'gate' was and is clearly a Mushy-Immy game, scripted and choreographed by some internal, external and extra-terrestrial forces, and is a part of their global land (and resource) grab scheme that has decimated nations and uprooted civilizations, and still does.

Given their interest in improving 'tourism' in Afghumistan and their intense wish in changing the old and outdated architecture in primitive iRan, they would much prefer rootless and weak folks who can easily be remote controlled and who would be dutiful puppets that would also salute telephone calls at odd hours. They certainly do not want popular leaders, especially those who have a national stature and lead national parties with deep roots among the people. The latter species are dealt with: first with Swiss chocolate and then if required with carefully arranged and choreographed attacks, complete with martyred tyres - so that these unwanted folks can meet their makers. Later, those attacks are conveniently placed on sundry stick-wielding primitive men, complete with instant evidence, dubious video and audio footage, fudged medical records and hosed down evidence. And all of these are duly (and instantly) authenticated - especially by geometric-diagrams and their chelas - Thomson and Thompson. For some reason Tintin, Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot is never involved.

As for Manzoor Ijaz-zat, I guess he played his role - which was not unlike that of 'Shikhandi' - and the purpose has been served - at least partly. What that purpose was should be clear to all by now, no?

Just incase 'Tiger Khan Tsunami' - with the blessings of his numerous backers does make it to the all-important gaddi - I would feel sorry for the unfortunate LoTP-ians. As for us, even Zeenie baby and double moon won't be able to help us *Wink*

His 'path-breaking' jalsa or rally (what with several experts, analysts etc - both phoren and domestic - comparing it with Benazir Bhutto's historic home-coming rally of 1986, no less) at Jinnah's mausoleum, achieved the impossible. Even Mr. Jinnah got up from his final resting place and announced his decision to join the PTI (Pakistani Tsunami by Immy). Really!

With musical performances by Strings-attached and Salman Ali Ahmad Azmat of Junoon-past, who incidentally showed the entire world that he could also sing in Ali Az-mat-head's voice. But then Immy Khan claimed credit for that wonder. It's actually one of his amazingly latent magical qualities; using which he would eliminate "kruption" in 90 days and terrorism in 19 days.

The later is easy, since he would simply induct them (meaning the 'pure and patriotic' terrorists-cum-strategic-assets) in his cabinet and declare (halal) terrorism a flourishing industry. Well, now if Shortcut Aziz could declare cell phone proliferation as an industry, why can't pure, pious and 'halal' terrorism be called an industry?? Bolo, bolo? Tell, tell? It helps in manpower 'export and import' after all, and even keeps those virgins in paradise in steady employment, no?

Frankly, Shortcut Aziz (PM during Mushy's golden ... rather platinum era) claimed that Pakistan's march to the glorious future ordained for it, was seen in the proliferation of cell phones. Wiser words have not been spoken before or since. However, Immy is known to be quite the dim compared to 'clever' Shortcut and so he may take a longer run-up.

As for eliminating "kruption" in 90 days, well this one would be trickier.

"Corruption" (or even "kruption") is selectively defined, and polish-men, bureau fat cats, babus, clerks, bijinessmen and the most popular of all - poltry-cians, are synonymous with "corruption". The rest are as pure as the driven snow.

Come to think of it, even in the above, only selective folks are targeted and it is usually to settle personal or political scores. And the luckiest ones among them get the much-coveted Swiss chocolates."Corruption" has come to mean monetary corruption. But that is only a part of the problem and has arisen from the deep-rooted malaises that have eaten into our psyche and social fabric.

The corruption that we have in our thoughts, minds, hearts, actions (or the lack of it), and in our moral fibre, is far worse - and has given rise to monetary corruption.

So if "corruption" (also: kruption) rather monetary corruption has to be decreased, the former will have to be dealt with; and that would also include no 'Sitayan' in the dark *Wink*

'Coz if one has indulged (or is still indulging) in 'Sitayan' in the dark and if there is 'proof of the pudding' too, then one is very, very vulnerable to sundry suits and rings - from outdated instruments like telephone. *Wink*

Photograph:The long-lost twin brother of Sir Mickey Jet-lagger, who was lost in a 'halal' dessert storm. Pic courtesy: link

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